The Bone Song

The Bone Song

A pinch of dust,

A rattle of bone,

A flicker of runes,

A tendril of magic,

A spill of blood...

For centuries they have slept,

For centuries they have dreamed,

Now they awaken,

Through death and night,

They hearken to him...

Their empty eyes see,

Their empty minds think,

Their empty throats scream,

And their empty hearts hate...

The dance of death,

Is the breath of life,

Is the light of day,

Is the black of night

It is the call that they must obey...

The stench of evil,

The rank of decay,

The power of his word,

They are under his sway...